June 18, 2004
Sitting there beachside with wind in my hair and the people and nature around me... I notice the sun setting over the distant mountains and it has decided to fill half of my view with glimmering vibrant colors, whilst the other half sits in the shaded darkness. This contrast is amazing and beautiful. I watch as the people pass from one threshold to another. As the faces go from the pale pasty monochrome, to the vibrant.
And as the people pass from one to another, in this so dramatic fashion for the eyes, these personalities begin to introduce themselves to me. The people begin to have secret conversation with themselves. The vision is now glazed.
Where are these people from. People who have the spice of the world. People who always see the glass half full. The ones who make you smile. And the ones who you stand beside just to try to catch some of their energy. These are the true wonders of the world. Where do they get their joy? Maybe, that's just how they view the world. A simple heart filled with love. Maybe, it's just that simple. Manic melodies....
So where are these people from. Not what I'd call weirdoes, but just the people with the dark personalities that you have to "wonder" about. Something just intriguing. The dark. The mood. The somber. The unknown. The unbreakable shell. They hide to escape the world... and yet there is a wonder. Something great beyond the mask. Something so happy that sadness only levels. It's the secret garden of depression that blooms flower all year round. Step inside...
One extreme or another, the normal seems so abnormal... and throw me in a corner to myself in a room full... hellos or goodbyes??? I'll look for the smiles or tears...